the feast of all our souls
I have an uncle I never met.
And you have uncles in heaven, too.
Yes, I do.
But when you die, part of you stays on earth, right? Is that your soul?
No, your soul is the part of you that lives forever. The part that goes home to be with God.
Then what stays here?
The love you had for people, and the love they had for you. It stays with them as long as they live.
Is that your spirit?
It’s love. That’s how love works.
Can you love people in heaven?
You can. And they can love you, too.
I don’t want to die.
It’s ok to love your life here. I do, too. But when we die, we go home to God. That’s going to be better than anything we can imagine here.
I want to stay here.
I understand. But we were made to return to God, too. The soul part of us. Heaven will be like going home.
In heaven, nothing is missing.
Not like when we went to the doctor’s office and I left my sweatshirt. Things on earth are missing.
So when we go home to God, nothing will be missing.
Courtesy of my six-year-old, the best exegesis I can offer on All Souls’ Day, 2015.